Tag: how to kill the devil

Three knocks on the door. The evening rain started to chill the area. She walked to the door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me. Don’t you remember?”
The familiar voice answered. She knew who it was. The devil. Her old companion.

She opened the door. He came in dragging his large shadow behind him like a big black curtain used for the curtain call in theater. When the last strand of the shadow rolled up to its master, she closed the door and looked at him. Broad shoulders, thick round body, and blurred face. And that smell of Sulphur. The scent from the underground.

She frowned for a moment but changed her face as bright as she could pretend. She knew that the devil wanted to be welcomed. He wouldn’t forgive any hint of the unpleasant feeling coming out of her.
“You became skinny.”
The devil said looking up and down at her.
“I don’t like it,” he added.
Avoiding his gaze, she asked. “Do you want something? Drink?”
He nodded. She brought a bottle of whiskey and a glass with some ice cubes. The devil poured to the top of the glass and drank straight. And he poured another shot. His red eyes emitted a strange glare. Then, his dark skin became darker. His face distorted as if he were tortured.
“What have you done!” The devil said.
“What?”
“What have you done!” He repeated in an annoyed voice.
“I didn’t do anything.”
The devil lifted his face and stared at her. She shuddered from the top of her head to her feet. She froze. The devil lifted his hand and motioned with his fingers to come to him. She slowly stepped toward him. Then, he grabbed her by the neck with his right hand. His fingernails cut through her skin. She couldn’t breathe.
“What have you done to me. What have you done!”
She couldn’t answer. She felt the breath escaped from her body with her spirit. Her limbs dangled. Then he let go of her neck. She collapsed on the floor. She knew this would happen. This is April. The cruelest month of the year. The month which took her unknown brother’s life even before she was born. The damned month of her calendar.

The devil covered his face with his hands. Still murmuring the same words. She gathered her courage to ask.
“What did I do?”
“Don’t you know?”
She shook her head.
“You made me jealous.”
The blood depleted from her face. He must have known. She thought. Even though I didn’t tell anything to anyone, he must have known. The air got tight. Her heart raced. She squeezed the words out.
“Why did you become jealous?”
“Because I love you.”
“What happens when the devil becomes jealous?”
He gasped. He looked at her one more time with the pitiful eyes.
“The devil destroys the very thing he loves by jealousy. Then, he destroys himself by the pain of the loss,” he said with a long sigh.
She looked at the devil and said.
“Is there any way that we can be saved?”
The devil nodded. “There is one way.”
“What is it?”
“If you make a pact that you will love me. Only me.”
She stood up and looked down on the devil sitting with whiskey in his hand.
“I can’t,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because you are the devil to me. I can’t love my own devil.”
A confident sneer arose on her lips. She added.
“And I don’t like the visitor in April.”

The devil glanced at her and dropped his head. His body sank on the chair for a moment. Then, he straightened his massive torso and drank up the whisky. His eyes were redder than ever. His skin became darker than ever. His shadow grew larger than ever. She kneeled down. She felt that all power in her drained out. He stretched his hand again to her neck and strangled until her body slacked to lifeless. Then he bellowed a big cry, pulled chunks of his hair, and pounded his chest. The rain outside became a storm. The mad lightening hit the ground. The thunder roared wild. The devil lifted her body as gently as he could and put her in bed. The blood streaked from her mouth and dripped to the white pillow. The cuts on her neck from the devil’s nails were vivid. He looked at her one last time. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.
“My blossom is gone.”
His eyes teared up with blue water and fell on the bedsheet. He turned around and walked to the door. His figure shrank bit by bit trailing his shadow heavily. The door slammed shut behind him.

She fell into the sleep from which she would never wake. The silence wrapped her house. And she dreamed about the very person she loved in her lifetime, forever, undisturbed. The rain stopped. The stars shed their tears bright in the night sky. Soon the morning would come. But not to everyone. Not to everyone.